Inspired by two major American classics, Dumb and Dummer and Thelma and Louise, Melissa and I found ourselves battering every last beat out of our eyelids and scoring a snazzy Nissan Roadster 350z for the equivalent of a lavish Sunday lunch at the chippy!!
We sped off into the distance, first stop Flagstaff for a meal and catch up with Motty Mott Mott! After that we headed under a blanket of stars to Grand Canyon Village where we lay our weary heads for the night. We woke up at the crack of dawn and made our way up to the Grand Canyon to watch the sun rise....and GRAND it was!! It is not one of the 7 wonders of the world for nothing, it was nothing short of breathtaking, we seemed to stop at every conceivable vantage point; Maricopa, Mather and Pima, to name but a few. There was no big blazing solace due to the wisps of cloud over head, but it was certainly an amazing experience.
On the way out of the Grand Canyon we stumbled upon some beautifully tame wildlife......mmm, not every day you get so close to these beasties!!
So......onwards through the vast Indian reservations and prairie lands of the Wild wild west, through the Monument Valley, out of Arizona and into Utah, through San Juan, Moab (the MTB Mecca of the US) at 125mph (momentarily) in the 350ZZZZZZZZZZ. We pulled into Top Fuels Uncle and Aunts house just as the snow flakes started falling out of the sky. We had some awesome home cooked nosh and sank a few glasses under the stars in the hot tub. Bliss!!
In the morning, we rose just after 4am to finish the rest of the voyage from Grand Junction to Denver. There was a slick blanket of snow outside. With news of no road closures and a good versing into the perils of driving in the snow, we took the bull by the horns and hit the road. 2 yuppies, 1 sports car, 1 coffee to go, ipod blaring, heaters on, city boots, scarves, make up...you name it, we had it. We lasted 10 minutes before careering off the road into a ditch!! I guess city tyres aren't so good in the snow?!
Thankfully, Uncle Tom is a dab hand with motors!! He and his buff son Brock pulled us out a few hours later, it was an effort, but only one that the real Men of this world could have accomplished....and they did in style. Para nosotros nada!! Off to Hertz to deposit the city mobile, pick up the 4x4 and it was 'Bon voyage' to Grand Junction...we headed to the mountains for the last part of the expedition. The second hire car was functional, a new white Toyota. In comparison to the 350Z it was a mere skid-mark in the pants of rentable sports mobiles, but it was spacious and warm! So off we went, surfing the glistening white tarmac one more time.
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